When human beings adjust their limits by one level, they will inevitably need an adaptation period. During the adaptation period, every time they come into contact with this restricted area, what awaits them will be a heart-rending impact.
On the rostrum of the Hong Kong University Sports Ground, a boy with paralyzed legs was sitting on a stool. Every time he struggled to stand up, a lot of sweat dropped on his forehead.
"Students, please spread out and maintain good ventilation. Thank you for your love. Please disperse." Mr. Ling looked at the dense crowd of classmates rushing to surround him. He frowned and his voice was indifferent.
However, because there were so many people, it was hard to hear clearly from the bustling crowd. Among them, an old man spoke, and his voice suddenly fell into silence.
Seeing Qian Mo struggling, Bai Qianying felt indescribably distressed. At this time, there was a lot of noise around her, and she felt even more irritable. She walked to Guo Ling's position and took the microphone: "
Dear students, could you please be quiet for a while?"
With crisp words and a hint of coldness, it was the first time that Lin Bingqi spoke in such a strong tone in front of so many people, even if it seemed to others she was weak!
Seeing that Lin Bingqi's words were of no use, Guo Ling suddenly became angry. His old classmates were still sweating coldly. He actually saw many princes and princes pointing and pointing with smiles as if they were watching a show?
"I'm so sorry, mb! You don't want to see so many projects, so you are huddled together here? You don't have money to buy clothes and you come here to keep warm? The old principal just said that those who don't have clothes to keep out the cold can go to the finance office to get a cotton-padded jacket, fuck.
, What are you looking at? If you see something cold, go there quickly. If you don’t feel the cold, just leave as fast as possible!”
The swear words made many students blush. They all knew that the old principal Hou in the words was a shield, but at this moment, no one was boring enough to provoke this angry person. For a while, the top students who had gathered to watch were all timid.
disperse
Meeting Lin Bingqi's slightly grateful gaze, Guo Ling shrugged: "Qian Mo and I are also old classmates!"
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"The ligaments were overloaded, but it did not cause ligament strain. You need to exercise at this intensity several times more so that this situation will not happen in the future. However, judging from the situation just now, your explosive level may not be changed.
, and your bone weakness may be improved by stretching the ligaments.”
Mr. Ling spoke in a low voice. He was not deliberately avoiding the people around him, but he was rubbing Qian Mo's calves seriously. Sweat was also coming out from the back of his neck on the old man's face. This was a physical job.
Behind Mr. Ling, all the school leaders were standing by. What leaders are most worried about is that something happens to their students. They can't feel at ease until later.
Familiar faces such as Lin Bingqi, Guo Ling and others, as well as Liu Yiyu and her cousin Ouyang Ru, also followed the stage immediately. Seeing the drops of sweat on Qian Mo's forehead falling down his cheeks, they could feel Qian Mo's
the pain
"Wait a minute, I will help you stretch the ligaments in your feet. Please bear with it, it will be more painful." Directly stretching the ligaments, Mr. Ling used the "pain" that is rarely mentioned!
Every time he gently rubbed it, he grasped the joint part. Suddenly, Mr. Ling's hand retreated to Qian Mo's ankle, grabbed it hard and pulled it out!
"Ah!" Jianru Qianmo roared under this pull, as if this was the only way to relieve his pain, but his face was pale and devoid of any color.
And this is just one foot, there is another one! Mr. Ling did not stop. After pulling the first foot, he already took it to the other foot!
"Zhi" Qian Mo didn't roar this time, only his face was distorted, and the sides of the chairs he held with both hands were scratched and deformed!
After finishing all this, Mr. Ling let out a deep breath, wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked at the pale Qian Mo and said with a smile: "Good boy, I thought you would faint."
Qian Mo did not answer Ling Lao's words. At this time, he lowered his head to let the wind clear his drowsy head. The hair on the side was already wet with sweat, and more sweat slid down the surrounding hair to the ground!
Even though he tried very hard to keep himself awake, Qian Mo’s eyelids became heavier and heavier!
…
The picture is a bit gray. I don’t know whether it is the noisy dust or the flying ammunition smoke above the sky. The air is mixed with the disgusting smell of sulfuric acid.
There are often helicopters roaring in the "buzzing" sky at low altitude. The residents here have long been used to it. Some slovenly children even smiled and shook their thin arms at the low-altitude helicopters. In the end, they were sternly pulled back to the simple house by their parents.
, but the sloppy children still stared at the helicopter flying in the sky at the moment when the door was closed. There was something in their eyes that should not be there in this place, called desire!
A military green helicopter landed slowly on a secluded helipad in the suburbs, and the wind brought by the propeller blew the weeds underneath!
"This will be your home from now on, and what you have to pay in this home is to train hard!" A middle-aged man walked out of the helicopter, followed by a teenage boy with a steady middle-aged voice.
Overriding the roar of the helicopter blades, the sound reached the young man's ears clearly.
The young man didn't speak when he heard the middle-aged man's words, because the wind brought by the propeller made him unsteady and he was always prone. He couldn't be distracted! And from the beginning to the end, he never reached out to the middle-aged man next to him.
Someone help me!
The middle-aged man nodded secretly, then looked away from the young man, and looked straight ahead. Outside the tarmac was the mercenary group he created!
"Welcome Master Liu back!" Thirty-two men with faces painted in camouflage colors saluted in unison, their voices seeming to tear apart the gray sky.
The middle-aged man nodded with satisfaction. He did not go over to give the so-called cordial greetings, but went directly to the exit and said because he is the Sixth Master.
"Tietou, leave this boy to your group, you can play with him as you wish!"
Some idle people are accustomed to counting their time in terms of years, some normal workers like to divide their days into months, and college students tend to divide their lives into weeks and weeks.
too
"Tsk, tsk, are you a coward? The remaining fifty meters are only 50 meters after I finish the climb."
"You idiot, I hate your look. I've already fed the dog tonight's meal!"
"You grandson can't even shoot a rabbit that big. Are you impotent?"
Swearing, punching and kicking have become a daily necessity for teenagers
This young man doesn't know what time is at this moment. He is training every minute and every moment. He performs repeated training like a walking zombie. He climbs, barbed wire, mud pits, shoots with real guns, fights, and hunts. He has to do it all, and the mud on his body is all done.
I have never done it before. This year, there is no smile on this young man's face. This year, the young man has said very few things. This year, the young man has hated and complained about the sixth master. This year, the young man has only
Fifteen!
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The second year after the boy came to this place surrounded by gray scenery, he met Liu Ye again. This time, there were only twenty-nine members of the team wearing camouflage colors, including him.
"This mission is very simple, but after completion, each person will receive a commission of 100,000 US dollars. Of course, you have to live to enjoy it."
Master Liu glanced at the thin boy in the team: "Whether you live or die depends on you."
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It was the first time for the young man to board a military transport aircraft. Unlike those quiet cabins, the sound of the engine could be clearly heard in the transport aircraft cabin. However, the young man holding the polished machine gun felt calmer than ever before. In this cabin,
, like the other twenty-eight veterans, he closed his eyes tightly and maintained his best condition.
The task is as Liu Ye said, it is very simple
This mercenary mission was only to use force to suppress rioters whose number was six times greater than their own, and some of the rioters even used iron rods...
In the first mission, the boy carried a machine gun and killed five people. Looking at the skinny bodies of the rioters, the boy felt the emptiness in his heart that he had no fear of death. They had no nostalgia for this world!
The boy's first mission was perfect. He was not injured at all. However, he vomited and his face turned blue. Finally, after returning to the base, he developed a high fever, 42 degrees 8, which would not go away.
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Suppressing civilians, assassinating leaders, seizing territory, and conflicts between mercenary groups are repeated in this gray land.
In the third year, the boy no longer vomits for a bit of blood, and his once tender facial features have been sharpened into sharp corners under the gray sky.
Among the eight people crawling in the woods, the boy was inside. In front of them was a sunken sinkhole. In this big sinkhole, through the sight of the machine gun in his hand, a house could be vaguely seen.
There are heavily armed patrols around from time to time.
This mission is difficult. You need to hunt down the leader of the opponent's organization. The opponent is well-protected, but you can't have too many people on your side, as this can easily expose the target.
The strong man next to the boy waved his right arm forward, and the three people behind him took action immediately, quickly descending along the climbing hook. This strong man was the commander of this operation, Iron Head!
Before the slight "Uh" sound could be heard, the speaker had already fallen to the ground. Looking from his direction, eight men in camouflage uniforms were already moving forward quickly.
This mission has been going smoothly so far. Years of experience and inhuman training have allowed these eight people to succeed in this mission, and they are getting closer and closer to the mission goal!
Eight people came to a house made of bamboo. Through the thin cracks in the bamboo, they could vaguely see a little bit of the inside of the house, but it was not clear.
With the machine gun attached to his chest and his back leaning against the bamboo wall, the sturdy man nodded. After receiving the message, the young man turned around and kicked open the ajar bamboo door!
There was no one in the house. Quietly, a "beep-beep" sound became more and more rapid and harsh in this empty big bamboo house!
"Get down!" This voice was very familiar to the young man. He had called himself a coward, a waste, and had denied him food and sleep...
After hearing this loud roar, the young man standing outside the bamboo gate did not move for a moment. He only felt a figure rushing towards him and pressing his body under his!
Then there was a familiar explosion sound, and a wave of heat hit. The boy's exposed right arm was covered with flying bamboo debris. The huge pain made him completely faint.
The sky is still gray under the light of the fire.